Be Gone Lyrics - Juvenile

Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone 

Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'? 

Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone 

Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'? 

Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone 

Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'? 

He told me number three was cheap 

Wit' a chick, wit' a stick, yeah, them girls be freakin' 

Checkin' in motels every other weekend 

Say brah, I can't picture lil' one eatin' 

Boy, you ain't know fo' sho' she creepin' 

While she been tellin' me dog, she goin' to meetings 

Meeting Kitty wit' her mouth, that's what yo' chick 'bout 

Man, pass me my asthma pump, put lil' one out 

Sometimes I be likin' when seein' chicks dykin' 

Pissin' on each other, mud wrestling and fightin' 

Hair everywhere, scratchin' and bittin' 

Pass me my asthma, pump again, man, this shit exciting 

I be like, let's get jumped like a game of checkers 

And I done cheat more chicks than Nelly sold records 

E.I, C.I, turn a chick out 

Then give it to another chick and leave it up in her mouth 

Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone 

Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'? 

Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone 

Why don't cha get the hell on out the do' 

There's a story about a bitch named Sally 

A hot girl lived in that rat-hoe alley 

She stayed sharp, stayed rockin' balance 

And a fat pussy laid down in the Cadi' 

Back of the seat or back of the palace 

I'm a hot boy, it really don't matter 

My brother, K.C. plays them tellers 

That'll jump off, hit a stepper, whatever 

Michael Kipper, James Peter got a big better 

Dick gotta a bitch in Miami, a dick-sweater 

Like Delores from A.T.L, 'The Freak of the Week' 

She did me, Slim, Joe and Tiki 

I don't care, bitch, just ride 

Shake yo' pussy and shake yo' thigh 

Get yo' hat, get yo' coat, it's time to ride 

Baby girl lookin' at me like she surprise? 

Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone 

Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'? 

Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone 

Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'? 

Let me tell you about another one of my lovers 

I caught the ignorant chick pokin' holes in rubbers 

Talkin' 'bout she late, sorry no wait 

Girl, you fucked me, Mike Tyson and O.J 

These hoes be pullin' they raw tactics 

Baby, makin' and jaw-jackin' 

Mami suck dick like a lowrider 

Ooh, wee, don't stop her 

Thinkin' that I'ma claim that baby 

Girl you coo-coo, stupid, dumb and crazy 

His eyes green and his hair wavy 

Thought you had me, huh? Got me, playin' me 

She movin' like a nigga hittin' switches 

But I bet I'd hit that old shitty 

She a popper, H.G., non-stopper 

She from Uptown, baby girl, don't knock her 

Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone 

Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'? 

Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone 

Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'? 

Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone 

Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'? 

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